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So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

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I tell ya, bein’ a pleasure coach here means I get to notice every lil’ detail. Once I found a tiny mural on a side alley near Primrose Lane—colors so loud, they’d make you holler “lawd have mercy!” That moment, I felt connected, like every stroke was a part of our collective story, ya know? Yup, that’s just how we roll in Badger.

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